User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160718225616/@comment-3135907-20170525125545

OOC: Little misunderstandin', solved by brief timeskip!

BIC: The vermin had found shelter on a mountain ledge, a massive square of tabled stone that jutted out from the snowy cliffside, with the road leading past it and more cliff on the adjacent side. A perfect place to watch the Pass from coming and going.

After some time of sly observation, the ferret nudged Trokkin. "Well, wotcher say, mate? All quiet down thereabouts as best I kin see."